The ash of death will pass you by
As long as Angels guide your thoughts;
For you are here to teach and lead
With words of wisdom tucked inside
A mind that holds the eons fast.
In clear release, through verse you pen,
You offer us a guiding hand
Which pulls us from the mire of doubt
And plants our feet on solid ground
Where we will grow in thought and word
To share the knowledge we have gleaned
From one whose voice can fill the air.
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